What I want to hear on nights I can't sleep is your voice

[philoxenia]

[ ... Well, that was an absolute shitshow, wasn't it? Instead of dwelling on how she feels about everything that just happened, Mira's channeling that energy into something else--and she has a little bit of help doing it. Zerinda and Ema are here in the bar to make drinks, and Mira's brought in a ton of food that's definitely not healthy for anyone, but screw it, who cares about health right now?

Della's here to pass out invitations, too--they let everyone know there's a gathering in the bar, if they'd rather not be alone.

If you choose not to come, well... Mira's got that taken care of, too. She'll place a little container of cookies and hot cocoa outside your door. Maybe it'll help someone feel a little less alone--at least, that's what she's hoping. ]

Comments

[bogwife]

Wow. Talented, kind, astounding taste in best friends and animal companions. Your brother is a lucky man, I'm a little jealous.

[philoxenia]

[ There's something sad in the way she laughs, quietly. ]

He's said the same thing several times, actually. [ .... moving on! Mira gestures to Zerinda's photo. ] Tell me about her?

[bogwife]

Myarta Radeucan. [She leans her head on Mira's shoulder and stares at the photo with a soft amile.] She's my Ma. She found me all alone, sleeping on a pile of moss inside a cave, when I was...4, 5? And instead of doing the sensible thing most unmarried women would do and bring me to a Chantry to be their problem she wrapped me up in her cloak and didn't let me out of her sight for 15 years. [She chuckles.] Carried me ten miles all the way to her cousins' mines and somehow convinced Papa Tomblain, Papa Bhelerav and my other three parents to agree to keep me.

[She picks up her glass of wine and picks up the photo again, staring at it while rubbing her thumb along the edge.]

...I would do just about anything for her.